Month: April 2011

I don’t do drugs. I never have. I’ve never had a sip of alcohol and I never will.

I hate the thought of these substances but I have to deal with them because the people in my life use them.

I have the debate with myself about whether my hatred of drugs will grow with age. I know I’m slowly becoming more cynical so my hate of that stuff is rising.

This is bad. My friends are all going to be normal casual drinkers and I despise alcohol completely. The smell of it on their breaths disgusts me. I hate the way they act when they get on the stuff, but that’s for another time.

Now I’m going to talk about an incident that’s been bothering me.

I have one friend who smokes pot rarely. He doesn’t seem to get the stuff himself. He has to be asked by other people to go smoke with them. Maybe he does it at parties, but that’s not the point.

So one guy comes to the room and says they are going to go smoke some cannabis because it’s 4/20.

(As if people needed a fucking holiday to do drugs. BTW this isn’t PG-rated)

So my friend asks everyone in the room, if he should go smoke and he gets a yes.

Fuck that shit. These are people who I consider my friends and yet they encourage drug use.

It’s times like that, that make me feel like I haven’t surrounded myself with the best people I could have. It’s happened twice.

I know if I say anything, it goes in one ear and out the other because I don’t do drugs so my opinion on that topic doesn’t matter.

So today I went to a restaurant and I ate with my friends. Mastoris! Delicious!

Then we get to the bill. And how I always hate this part.

They look at the check and go “Oh Alright. 52 dollars? plus tip we’ll make it 60″

And they expected me to pay 12 dollars. My meal was 10.50.

Some who read this may say ” What’s the problem? It’s only 1.50″

The problem isn’t because I didn’t have the money. The problem comes from the fact I was forced to pay more for a meal that is advertised as 10.50.

I don’t like doing things that I don’t want to do. I hate how people have this custom of paying money because waiters deserve it more. I don’t tip my doctor. I don’t tip my dentist. I don’t even buy my parents birthday presents.

Yet I’m forced to pay more money, because somehow the waiter deserves it? I’m not sure how this became customary, but it’s irrational thinking. An average waiter should get no tip. You did your job. Good.

Am I being selfish? I guess. But should a person be expected to pay more just because society says it’s the right thing to do?

Other countries don’t tip. And neither will I. It’ll be awkward with my friends, but I will stand by my beliefs.

Tipping is not something that should be forced on someone. People say that your food will be spit on if you don’t tip. That’s like a mob boss saying he’ll break your legs if you don’t pay him.

That’s not right.

From now I want to feel good when I leave a tip. Not like there’s a gun pointed to my head.